Andromeda Tonks || 26 || Healer || Slytherin Alumni “I've found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.” *dependent rp blog*
“you know i couldn’t care any less about sports,” sirius said, rolling his eyes. however, he made a show of folding the newspaper, eyeing andromeda pointedly the whole time. “there, happy?” he asked with a grin as he stowed the paper away. “damn fucking right, i’m a menace.” it wasn’t a compliment, but for sirius, it was, and his heart swelled with pride in spite of the insult. “a live demonstration on an onlooker, sure — i’m down.”
“It was a suggestion. Anything but the depressing news.” Andromeda reached out for his hands, her sleeve riding up to reveal a new tattoo on her right wrist. However, this one was only temporary, a flower drawn in marker by her daughter. “Happier.” She gave his hands a gentle squeeze and offered a smile before pulling her hands back. “An onlooker? Oh, no, I was going to use you. Let me summon darts and acupuncture needles and I’ll show the difference between being stuck with each.” She was only partially teasing him.
Crossing A Line - Mike Shinoda : It’s about making a hard choice that is ultimately the right choice. It also sounds like a talk Andromeda would have tried to have with Narcissa before making her decision to break with her family. Not to mention, Andromeda agonizes over all the choices she makes in her life. She’s held back and held things in for so long that at some point she has to let them out.
Notable Lyrics:“And they’ll tell you I don’t care anymoreAnd I hope you’ll know that’s a lie‘Cause I’ve found what I have been waiting forBut to get there means crossing a lineSo I’m crossing a line
It’s not about statusWe know it never was‘Cause what good is the kingdomWhen you’re missing the love?”
sirius doesn’t even bother acting exasperated and reaching for the paper. “not my fault,” he replied smoothly, sparing the paper one last glance before turning to andromeda. “it was all they had.” he tipped his chin towards the shabby magazine rack situated by the counter, which was stocked with the latest copies of the daily prophet. for sirius, hopping from one subject to another was a piece of old tackle, but his cordial relationship with andromeda relatively made it much, much easier. “don’t judge me for calling darts freestyle acupuncture.” sirius laughed loudly, “in a way, it is!”
“Then read the sports section and tell me about the latest match.” Andromeda spent a large portion of her days dealing with tragedy. It wasn’t that she couldn’t discuss the serious matters of the world with her cousin. It was that now was not the time for it. This was to be time spent forgetting about it. They could go back to it the next time they met. For now she wanted to enjoy his company. “Judging you. Harshly,” she teased, her own laugh complementing his, “You are an absolute menace to society. They are nothing alike. I’m skilled in both if you’d like a live demonstration.”
“this is bollocks,” sirius muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages of the daily prophet. the frown on his face deepened as he perused the same, gloom-ridden articles. suddenly, sirius was all-too aware of his empty pint of lager, and he found himself reaching for another cigarette. “absolute bollocks.” flagging down the bartender, sirius ordered a tall glass of beer, before setting the newspaper down and turning to the person beside him. “am i the only one getting depressed reading all of this, or?” it was a rhetorical question more than anything, but there was no harm in striking up a conversation.
Andromeda snatched the paper off the table and put it out of his reach. “You are ruining our lunch. I leave for five minutes to check on Dora and you’re already diving back into the muck. This is supposed to be an escape,” she chided. It’s not like she could really blame him though. It was hard to avoid it and it shouldn’t always be avoided. However, they couldn’t spend all their time in it. Breaks for life were necessary. “Now you were telling me about your latest exploits and I was judging you. Let’s get back to that.”
(sophie cookson) ϟ we solemnly swear ANDROMEDA TONKS is up to no good. the former SLYTHERIN, hasn’t shaken HER reputation of being SUPPORTIVE & PRACTICAL but also SENSITIVE & CONTROLLING. every time the PUREBLOOD comes to mind, so do hidden tattoos, cheap red wine, highly organized potion ingredients, a crisp autumn day, and dark humor. the 26 year old FEMALE is currently a HEALER, and their allegiance is WITH THE ORDER.
→ Boggart: Nymphadora & Ted dead (it used to be a clown)
→ School: Hogwarts
→ House: Slytherin
→ Hogwarts Electives: Divination (3rd year), Care of Magical Creatures (3rd-5th year), Study of Ancient Runes (4th-7th year), Ancient Studies (6th-7th year), Magical Theory (6th-7th year)
→ Favorite Subject: Charms/Potions
→ Least Favorite Subject: Divination
→ NEWTs: Potions (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O), Transfiguration (O), Herbology (O), Charms (O), Ancient Runes (E), Ancient Studies (E), Magical Theory (O)
→ Hogwarts Extracurriculars: Astronomy Club, Charms Club, Potions Club
→ Aesthetic: hidden tattoos, cheap red wine, highly organized potion ingredients, a crisp autumn day, dark humor, black coffee in fancy tea cups, sketches of constellations in the margins, detailed notes, chipped nail polish, smiling with her eyes only, the scent of fresh linen, leather jacket over a floral dress
Brief Biography
→ Andromeda was a fussy child. She never slept through the night and threw fits almost daily. It was a miracle anyone found moments of peace and sleep for the first four years of her life. Then it was a complete change. She settled down and there came the joke about her being slow to warm, needing years to come to accept and settle into life. It wasn’t far off from the truth. She is uneasy and cautious in new situations and around new people. It makes it hard to get to know her on a more personal level. Her childhood was spent close to her family, hiding behind them both literally and figuratively. She would never wander off on her own, and only spoke when spoken to. She became the ideal child. Her parents sheltered her in the pureblood bubble and it wasn’t until she started school that she was able to expand her view on the world. There was a sense of superiority that naturally came with being a Black. It wasn’t her nature, but her nurture. She was groomed to carry herself in a certain manner, and raised around people who did the same and expected the same. Hogwarts was a culture shock for the child who knew nothing outside of the small world curated by her family. She never had to be her own person at home. It was enough that she was simply Andromeda, middle daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black. At school she was encouraged to think for herself, and figure out her independent identity. She found her calling in charm work, particularly healing spells. Not only was she highly skilled, but she got great satisfaction out of it. That sense of accomplishment was intoxicating for Andromeda. It drove her to push herself to learn more and perform better. Her desire to be a healer created a wedge between Andromeda and her parents. The thought of their daughter working in a hospital was too much. They hoped that she would outgrow the phase and come to her senses. It’s the reason they were pushing her towards a betrothal, hoping that marrying quickly after school and having children will stop her from pursuing healing. Andromeda was sure she belonged in the healing profession, but couldn’t find the courage to break away from her parents, even more so from her sisters. Not to mention, that would mean having to tell them that she doesn’t share their elitist views. She tried her best to keep up her family image to make it through school. However, falling in love made it harder than ever to hide herself. She managed to keep her relationship with Ted a secret for their last two years of school - only telling her family of their relationship when she announced their engagement after finishing school. They promptly disowned her and Andromeda Black began her new life as Andromeda Tonks at a summer wedding with Sirius being the only family member in attendance. While she misses her sisters, she does not regret her decision. She’s worked hard to become a healer specializing in treatment for spell damage. Allying with the Order has provided her with a second family and community. Not to mention a surprise pregnancy six years ago that gifted her and Ted with Nymphadora. Andromeda thought she knew love, but it pales in comparison to how she feels for her five year old daughter. She would do anything to keep her safe and ensure she grows up in a better world.
Random Headcanons:
She sold papers and potions in school so she could save up her own money for when she would have to leave home.
Andromeda has several small tattoos that are all often concealed. There is a black star on the back of her neck. It was her first tattoo that she got at the summer of sixteen when she was drunk. An adder is tattooed behind her left ear. Her only tattoos in color are a yellow narcissus flower curved around a blue star on her right hip. A sirius constellation is on her left hip. She has a black sheep on her upper left ribcage that is a matching tattoo with Sirius.
She can drink most people under the table, and getting her drunk is the only way to get her to talk about her family apart from a throw away line here and there.
However, she doesn’t like to drink hard liquor as much now and often has red wine instead.
While she doesn’t detest cats, she prefers dogs. Actually, she’s quite fond of reptiles and would have several if she wasn’t worried about being able to take care of them along with Nymphadora, work, and the war.
She translates runes in her spare time for extra cash.
Her work for the Order is mostly healing members after missions.
She has a love affair with coffee. She’s particular about what she drinks and always drinks it black. It’s never tea in her tea cup.
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